Li Jun, a famous female cultivator from a certain sect, ascended at the age of 48,000, bidding farewell to her tearful sisters, who were biting their little handkerchiefs.
...It was called ascension, but in truth, she was starting a second playthrough.
When she awoke, the first thing she saw was a man in Daoist robes. His stunning looks made Li Jun's heart skip a beat.
Silver hair and silver eyes, handsome brows and eyes, his gaze bright and lively. His eyes were gentle and reserved. Dressed in luxurious blue-and-white robes and silver gloves, with gauzy fabric fluttering around him, he was as graceful as the clear radiance of the moon, yet carried the upright, pure aura of a Daoist.
Now that's the kind of senior brother I want in this playthrough.
As she thought, “The author must be rich now, why are the clothes so elaborate?” “He doesn't really look like he's from the Hehuan Sect, though.” “Whatever, he's handsome, that's all that matters.” “I want to form a soul bond,” the senior brother across from her spoke.
“Miss, you're awake.” His voice was lovely too, and he seemed relieved. “When I found you, your cultivation was depleted, your inner energy was in disarray, and you were unconscious, so I took the liberty of rescuing you.”
Li Jun: “...”
Li Jun: “Ah, aren't you the senior brother who came to guide me?”
Yuan Wuxiang: “...Huh?”
I'm preparing a carefree, brainless wish-fulfillment story to lift my spirits.
The heroine's character is from a certain sect. The male lead may not be the one in the blurb (because he's a playboy).
Theme: Love and independence
